"Angel Wings!"
As his wings spread, golden light shimmered and flowed endlessly across all four wings. Every feather carried extraordinary power of divinity.
The Angel Martial Soul possessed six attributes: divinity, sun, purification, light, metal, and wind.
These feathers contained three of those attributes: divinity, metal, and wind.
Rather than simply shooting outward, they swept through space with elegant, lightning-fast movements, charging straight into Chen Jianzun's surging sea of swords.
The collision between the sword sea and the tide of feathers was like a magnificent dialogue between two great elements of heaven and earth.
Chen Jianzun's sword light was densely packed, like countless scattered stars. Each streak of sword radiance flashed with a bitterly cold gleam, intertwining with Qian Daoliu's golden feathers and bursting into dazzling light that illuminated the entire battlefield.
There was rather a lot of sword light, and the feathers could not quite match it in number.
In that lightning-flash instant, "Angel Shield!" came into being.
The little golden angel brand on Qian Daoliu's forehead abruptly lit up, activating in an instant like a sacred talisman.
A faint stream of light flowed from the brand and circled his body, wrapping him tightly in a golden shield as thin as a cicada's wing, yet utterly indestructible.
Inside the shield, Qian Daoliu pressed his palms together and closed his eyes. Every trace of emotion vanished from his face.
He seemed to have become a silent statue, or an utterly devout believer immersed in some mysterious ritual.
This Angel Shield was the Angel God Art's only purely defensive secret technique.
It could defend against attacks of any kind. Whether physical impacts or assaults of soul power, it neutralized them all, protecting Qian Daoliu from the slightest harm like an impenetrable, all-encompassing barrier.
At that moment, the markings on the Angel